[hr][b][h1][color=a0410d]April Cooper[/color][/h1][/b][hr][hr]
[i][u]Havenfield Market, Roseview.[/u][/i]

Was it still dressing up if you wore this kind of thing whenever you wanted? April wasn't really sure. She certainly didn't look out of place in the crowd of oddly-dressed weirdos, with her big boots, white blouse and cowboy hat, but anyone who knew her probably would have recognized how little effort she'd put into her getup.

But then, she wasn't standing here across from the RAVEN tent for festivities; truth be told, this whole 'Harvest Festival' stunk of more Baybridge weirdness. No, she was attending for an equally undignified purpose - [i]guard duty.[/i]

'One of the biggest events in Baybridge,' they said. 'High chance of a metahuman terror attack,' they said. 'Need to have a strong presence of capable people, they said.' [i]Like a well-trained metahuman fuckin' mallcop.[/i] At least they were letting her pack heat - the holster at her hip might have looked like a prop for her costume, but it most certainly wasn't.

She leaned back against the wall and yawned pointedly as a familiar face came stepping out of the RAVEN/DOVE tent a few feet away. Cindy Keagan, the face of DOVE, the girl from all the posters and TV commercials. Good to know she was out having fun like all the less important people.

The would-be-cowgirl brought a hand up to her earpiece and spoke into it. "So, tons of folks spread over a huge area outdoors with only a check-in at the front to determine who gets in and gets out. Just to be clear, what is my job if shit [i]does[/i] go tits-up? Die first?" She snorted, not really expecting an answer from the seldom-used comm line afforded to the other RAVEN agents embedded throughout the festival.